Lov-el-eee

I was changing Troy’s diaper this morning, and when I got done, I pulled some pants out of the drawer and handed them to him. I said, “Here, hang on to these while I get you some socks.” He promptly threw them on the floor, looked at them, looked at me, and said, “Uh oh!”

I picked them up, asking why he threw them on the floor. To which he replied, “Eh.” Which I interpreted to mean, “Because I wanted to, and I don’t care if you approve or not.” Not liking his sarcastic attitude, I threw them back on top of him and said, “Well, now you have dirty pants on top of you. What do you think of that?!” To which he calmly replied, “Lov-el-eee.”

I’m not sure where he learned that word, or when our son became so proper and British, but there it was. My wife started cracking up laughing from her repose on the bed, so I know I didn’t imagine it. And it was perfect timing for the moment and question I asked him too, cheeky little bugger.